Mrs Janet Jones stood there. She was annoyed, having just learned that she had missed out on a job working in the school kitchens. What made it worse was that it was to someone who was on the school committee and didn’t need the money. Didn’t they know that she needed employment? She absent-mindedly thought. Then, something caught her eye. It was an advert neatly pinned in the free ads outside the local newsagent’s window...

Still undecided, Janet reached the school gates, her head and eyes looking for inspiration, any clue as to what she should say tonight to her husband. Did she want the job? They certainly could do with the money. Could she parade around scantily dressed in front of two old men? She didn’t know. Maybe as Wonder Woman, she thought, but as a “Naughty Nurse—Sexy School Girl” or “The French Maid,” that felt unlikely. Yet, deep...

The sign read “Somertyn Manor,” and it was fastened to an imposing high wall. Janet had never noticed the sign before, unlike the impressive manor house that lay at the end of the footpath running from the front gate. She didn’t know very much about the stone building other than it seemed huge, had windows on three different levels, and was built in eighteen fifty-five. That last piece of information had been provided by...

The French maid’s uniform hung on its hanger by the bedroom door, while Janet, rather robotically, pushed the iron across her school skirt, her thoughts elsewhere. She regretted not bringing up her past in the afterglow of the wonderful sex she and her husband had enjoyed last night. Instead, she had chosen to snuggle up to John and let the moment effortlessly slip by. Janet knew that she had taken the easy option, not to...

It was Thursday evening and getting late. Jason was already asleep as Janet lay there on her bed, dressed only in her nightie and matching panties, thinking she was suddenly getting a lot of unexpected me time. Yesterday, Janet left Earnest and William’s manor house carrying the riding costume in a shoulder bag. She had been excited to show it to her husband, John, and had planned to wear the costume and then parade in fr...

As December approached, Freddie and Janet's sexual relationships had evolved, although perhaps neither of them recognised the slow creep of these small changes. The intimacy was still there, but the sexual focus had shifted away from stroking each other to one of mutual masturbation. It had become the norm! When Freddie wanked, he would suggest naughty things Janet could do with his best friend, Hugh, or sometimes, even o...

After dropping Jason at school on Friday, Janet walked with an extra bounce to Somertyn Manor, knowing that she was going to accept the job and sign the contract. After all, she had her husband’s full support to take up the position, and maybe even his blessing. Earnest let her in, and it wasn’t long before Janet was telling both him and William that she was going to accept the job because her husband had given his “full...

It was June 1980, and Janet stood there, her emotions spinning through her body as she took in the outside details of Somertyn Manor. She already knew that this was going to be her last day working there as a Grade Two domestic, due to the large bump she was carrying in front of her. Since she started working there, Janet had warmed to the old building, now realising that it carried a certain charm. This was especially tr...

Janet could not stop laughing and quickly excused herself; she was struggling to stop herself from wetting the new knickers she had just put on. When she returned, the three men were happily chatting. Having rushed out so quickly, it was the first time that John had the chance to take in his wife and what she was wearing. He added his grin to the other two men’s and stated, “JJ, you look gorgeous.” Though taken aback, it...

Janet had tried not to show it to her husband, John, but she felt frustrated with life, frustrated sexually, and frustrated that her youth was slipping away. For some time, these feelings had been bubbling away in her inner core, their rise to the surface triggered by an event that happened a few weeks ago. ***** As Janet and her daughter entered the newsagents, she noticed a neatly pinned advertisement among the free ads...

John knew that it was time to share one more piece of information. He didn't know whether his wife would like it, be worried about it, or simply want to go home—game over! “What do you mean, Hugh is going to pop over?” Janet asked, alarmed… She then added a little sharply, “Explain!” “Okay,” John replied, his hands coming up defensively. “When I mentioned to Mark about the Bushel Pub, he told me that a couple of years ago...

Janet looked across and winked. She knew that John was still there, watching her. Then a slow, crooked smile drifted across her mouth, and she moved towards Hugh, her mouth docking with his in a brief kiss – their first. Then a longer one; it wasn’t a snog, but it wasn’t a peck either. His hand instinctively slid upward along Janet’s inner, bare thigh. Her legs were slightly open, inviting Hugh's fingers. Then his hand ju...

“I will. Maybe you want to bring the car nearer the rear of the tree so you can see us better, but whatever you think you see, do stay in the car. Hugh is nervous enough as it is, and as I have mentioned, I want to go all the way with him.” “Short of fucking.” “Yes, John, short of fucking.” With that, as she waited, her husband moved his car. Due to the street light, it was brighter at the rear of the tree than expected,...

“What do you mean?” Janet questioned, astonished. Her husband, John, had just told her that he had been offered a job at Somerton Manor. In contrast, her Grade Three Domestic position was on hold. It was information that Janet, or JJ, as her husband often called her, was still trying to digest. Janet had been expecting to be offered her old job again, but at a higher grade. However, the position’s exact classification was...

JJ stood there, her feet rocking from toe to four-inch stiletto heel. She had told her husband that she was cold. However, he knew differently. She was nervous, having just pressed the bell on Somertyn Manor's front door. It was the night of Janet’s birthday party, and as arranged, the Joneses had arrived an hour earlier than the other two guests, young Ned and Ethan. John and Janet had not yet met them, although Ned had...